Having just finished dancing, Shu Yun was still a little uneasy about whether she had performed well, when Jiang Yan pulled her into his arms and held her tightly around the waist.
She frowned. "What are you doing?"
"do what!"
A furious shout came in unison with hers.
Shu Yun turned her head to look, her puffed-up cheeks as she rushed ahead, glaring at the two men dressed in fine clothes, looking like young masters. It was none other than Feng Ziyi.
He was accompanied by two other people: Si Ming, a high-ranking official of the Nine Heavens, and Zi E, an immortal from Penglai.
The two people looked at Shu Yun and Jiang Yan, who were embracing each other on the frozen sea, with surprise and curiosity in their eyes.
Upon hearing Feng Ziyi's voice, Jiang Yan lazily glanced over, his expression indifferent.
His figure was as upright as a pine tree, and he was dressed in a noble black robe, which could not hide his aloofness and indifference. He had black hair and bright eyebrows, and his pupils were dark and unfathomable. His features were so exquisite that they were unbelievable. His expression was somewhat lazy as he looked over.
When they saw the face of the man holding the god, the three reacted differently.
Si Ming suppressed the intense curiosity that was about to burst forth from his heart, keeping his expression unchanged. Zi E raised an eyebrow and sighed inwardly at how beautiful this person was; no wonder the gods had taken a liking to him.
As for Feng Ziyi, he was first surprised, then astonished, and then somewhat incredulous. When his gaze fell on Jiang Yan's hand around Shu Yun's waist, that incredulity vanished instantly, replaced by overwhelming anger.
He gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to crush those two words: "Jiang Yan..."
Siming and Zi'e were both stunned.
who?
Jiang Yan?
The mortal Jiang Yan that the god searched for for a hundred years?
Si Ming's gaze toward the two of them became meaningful.
The atmosphere was subtly awkward. Shu Yun coughed lightly, signaling to Jiang Yan to let go of her hand.
Jiang Yan withdrew his gaze from the three people, ignoring her hints, and pulled Shu Yun into his arms with his other hand.
"Let go!" Shu Yun was furious. She rested her chin on Jiang Yan's shoulder and lowered her voice, "Don't force me to take action."
Jiang Yan tilted his head and rubbed his head against her soft, dark hair, his eyes darkening. "I won't let go."
Shu Yun tried to take his hand, but the more she pulled, the more he resisted, making her waist ache.
Seeing Shu Yun struggling, Feng Ziyi immediately unleashed his magical weapon and attacked Jiang Yan.
"Let go of your claws, you little brat!"
Black demonic energy appeared on Jiang Yan's pale fingertips. He was no longer the mortal who could be slaughtered at will.
Shu Yun keenly sensed the demonic energy, but for some reason, she didn't want Si Ming and the others to notice Jiang Yan's immense demonic energy and thus suspect his identity.
She decisively waved her sleeve, dispersing Feng Ziyi's attack before Jiang Yan could react. At the same time, using the light from the collision of spells, she flicked her finger, scattering the demonic energy at Jiang Yan's fingertip.
Jiang Yan looked down at her, his expression unreadable.
Why are you blocking my spell?!
Shu Yun turned her head and looked at Feng Ziyi, whose eyes were practically spitting fire, "Is this how you use a magical artifact?"
Feng Ziyi was absolutely furious with her. He pointed at Jiang Yan's restless hands and roared, "He touched me first!"
Shu Yun choked and said to Jiang Yan, "Let go now!"
Jiang Yan gave her a deep look, released her hand, and took a step back.
Thankfully, she didn't act stubborn at this moment, and Shu Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Ziyi rushed over and pulled Shu Yun away, telling her to stay away from Jiang Yan, who had ulterior motives.
Shu Yun noticed that Jiang Yan suddenly pursed his lips, his lips pressed into a tight line, and demonic energy was already emanating from his body.
She grabbed Feng Ziyi's hand and said, "Stop fooling around."
When Feng Ziyi saw Jiang Yan daring to put his arm around Shu Yun's waist, he lost all sense of reason. He couldn't even remember his earlier promise not to target Jiang Yan anymore.
"I'm making a scene?" Feng Ziyi found Shu Yun's behavior incomprehensible. "He's overstepping his bounds like this, and you're saying I'm making a scene?"
Shu Yun hadn't quite come up with a proper explanation for what had just happened. "Ah, that was because..."
She couldn't speak for a long time. Feng Ziyi glanced at her and snorted coldly.
"Why?"
"because……"
How could she possibly explain that her little apprentice, whom she took in the mortal realm, fell in love with her after growing up?
"Because I'm with my master."
Jiang Yan calmly accepted her words.
Zi'e glanced at him, then turned to look at her own god's bewildered expression, which in her eyes resembled the panic of someone who had been exposed.
Is being together the kind of being together she's thinking about? Judging from the scene of the two of them hugging just now, it's most likely so.
She silently calculated Jiang Yan's age in her mind, and looked at her own god with disapproval. How could someone so young be so cruel!
Feng Ziyi froze for a moment, "What?"
Jiang Yan glanced at Shu Yun, who was trying to silence him with her eyes, and curled his lips in a frivolous smile. "Living together, eating and drinking together, sleeping in the same bed, what do you say?"
Fengzi's translation: "!"
Shu Yun: "..."
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